today, I am an eagle
I extend the very last tips
of my dark disheveled feathers
lamenting- I should have
preened them before I took
flight. Now they block the
air flow and I could not ride
the thermals as smoothly
as before. Hot currents
rise steadily from the dense
urban jungle beneath me,
this city that is forever in
a fever, giving off heat daily
to facilitate my flight.
Tiny mobile boxes traverse
along a labyrinth of lines
through stationary gray blocks,
stuck in 2D movement their
subjects had always wanted
to be free of, a limitation
they sought to overthrow.
And they succeeded, as a
winged fellow clad in metal
roared by above me, these fellas
disrupt our once-tranquil territory
sending shock waves through
our spines our light hollow
bones, air molecules rippling
through ripping our feathers off
shattering the silence
we savored so much. I have
watched these subjects invade
countless habitats that are not
rightfully theirs, I have
watched as they expanded
filling up every consumable
space, burning a blazing path
of obliteration plundering
indiscriminately through land.
They leave behind ashes that
reconfigure into a network
of throbbing hubs and ports,
ashes that rise poking up
impolitely without a greeting.
And I feel their fire, their
flames licking up no matter
how high I try to go. Even
in the deepest cold of the
harshest winter there is not
a day that I am free from
this conflagration. I extend
the very last tips of my dark
disheveled feathers thinking-
How long will it take for them
to burn my wings off?
of my dark disheveled feathers
lamenting- I should have
preened them before I took
flight. Now they block the
air flow and I could not ride
the thermals as smoothly
as before. Hot currents
rise steadily from the dense
urban jungle beneath me,
this city that is forever in
a fever, giving off heat daily
to facilitate my flight.
Tiny mobile boxes traverse
along a labyrinth of lines
through stationary gray blocks,
stuck in 2D movement their
subjects had always wanted
to be free of, a limitation
they sought to overthrow.
And they succeeded, as a
winged fellow clad in metal
roared by above me, these fellas
disrupt our once-tranquil territory
sending shock waves through
our spines our light hollow
bones, air molecules rippling
through ripping our feathers off
shattering the silence
we savored so much. I have
watched these subjects invade
countless habitats that are not
rightfully theirs, I have
watched as they expanded
filling up every consumable
space, burning a blazing path
of obliteration plundering
indiscriminately through land.
They leave behind ashes that
reconfigure into a network
of throbbing hubs and ports,
ashes that rise poking up
impolitely without a greeting.
And I feel their fire, their
flames licking up no matter
how high I try to go. Even
in the deepest cold of the
harshest winter there is not
a day that I am free from
this conflagration. I extend
the very last tips of my dark
disheveled feathers thinking-
How long will it take for them
to burn my wings off?